Succubi

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

---

Kylaith moaned, the blonde-haired succubus coming back on the bed with a heavy thump, though the mattress bounced deliciously under the shared weight of two giantesses landing on it with single-minded intent. She relaxed, allowing Daemysh to pin her, though it was more exhilarating still, sending her heart pounding into overdrive for the more dominant Daemysh's lips to crash lustfully into hers.

Daemysh was hot, she had to give her that. Yet the succubus oozed the kind of overtly sexual, infatuating energy that was only exuded by the most powerful of their kind. Her draw was impeccable and, frankly, Kylaith was sure the succubus didn't get everything she wanted purely as she was in Feiluna's service had another to put first and foremost: someone to guard and look out for. But what a beauty to be in the service of!

Yes... Daemysh had a pretty sweet deal there and Kylaith shuddered, the ninety-five-foot giantess melting into the larger succubus' hold. Daemysh's tongue plundered her open mouth in a dominating kiss and she rocked her hips up helplessly against her. Although they were in Kylaith's bedroom, furnished lavishly with crimson-themed tapestries and a richly hued bedspread, everything felt foreign to her in that moment -- as if merely having Daemysh there could make the familiar sharply exciting all over again.

"Mmm..."

Kylaith moaned into Daemysh's mouth, though Daemysh already had her right where she wanted her. Straddling Kylaith's hips, she rolled them down against her with a throaty moan, need coursing through her as her heart pounded wonderfully. The mere act of sex got her blood running hot, doing what a succubus was meant to do -- that was not to say that other monster girls in the world were not as lustful as them, of course not. Succubi just had an especially innate ability for it, finding what their partner would like and deriving ecstasy from the mix of sexual energies coming together.

She kissed Kylaith deeply, relishing in how the other succubus melted against her. Of course, they were already both naked and there was no question as to what was to happen between them, her natural hunger for sex urging her on. Yet Daemysh slowed just a little, allowing even herself to savour the moment, her tongue sweeping around Kylaith's mouth as she leaned into it. With one hand, she lazily pinned Kylaith's hands above her head, the blonde-haired beauty practically swooning under her, and smirked into the kiss.

"Kylaith..." She breathed, whispers of breath tickling Kylaith's lips as she squirmed under Daemysh. "You should have worn that tournament attire for me again, my dear. It's so... corrupting."

Kylaith whimpered and wriggled, a dash of mischief leaping into her blue eyes.

"The sexy nun?" She pressed with a breathless laugh, head still spinning with desire. "Or... the later one? The tribal wear, where my breasts weren't covered at all?"

Daemysh growled lustfully, but she didn't kiss Kylaith again, as much as she wanted to. She rocked up, keeping Kylaith's wrists pinned and even leaning her weight more firmly over them, though Kylaith only squirmed deliciously under her, enjoying the restriction, the lure of submission. In a fluid motion, she rolled her whole body forward so she knelt over the succubus' face. However, she was not about to allow Kylaith to enjoy the glistening mark of her pussy for too long -- not by sight, that was.

With a groan of oncoming satisfaction, Daemysh sat fully on Kylaith's face. The giantess may have anticipated being a more dominant party in an interlude, considering her height -- but giantesses who toyed with domination and submission play more typically understood that size really didn't matter when it came to such things. They could weave back and forth, swapping roles if they pleased, but Daemysh would forever naturally sit in a dominant position, squeezing with her thighs as if to make a point.

"Mmm..."

Daemysh groaned and rocked her hips lightly, her clit grinding naturally over Kylaith's nose, using the giantess for her pleasure and her pleasure alone: what else could there be? She hummed more softly, though her voice would never lose its deeper rasp, as the succubus eagerly lapped up into her pussy, yet Kylaith was restricted from using her hands as Daemysh still, casually, pinned them above her head.

Pleasure warmed her through, prickling through her veins like lustful trickles, striving to reach the furthest reaches of her body. She arched her back and bore down against the other succubus, though Daemysh lazily knew she was right where she needed to be too. Kylaith could take it and a deeply set sense of satisfaction coursed through her, stirring in the pit of her stomach.

And yet... despite everything... she couldn't get her mind off one annoying tiny. No, she was more than that: for a tiny, she was darkly and devastatingly infuriating. With a groan that snapped shortly in the back of her throat, Daemysh angled her hips so she could better enjoy the dart and lap of Kylaith's tongue, drawing back only enough so the succubus could swirling and pull it deviously around her clit, delivering even more pleasure.

She shouldn't have been thinking about the blonde human in a moment like that -- and Daemysh loathed that she even knew her name. It was not even so much that she was a tiny but more that she was a portal diver. How could a diver, of all things, hold such a place in her mind? No, no, no... No, that was not something that should have been a concern of hers, not in the slightest. If she'd had her way about it, the diver would have been in her stomach without a second thought -- aside for the trophy, perhaps, of her choker, which could be added to her collection and clothing.

Under her, Kylaith groaned, squeezing her thighs together, though the succubus was sure her pleasure would all come in good time. She moaned luxuriously into Daemysh's pussy, enjoying the moment, as if everything else didn't matter for a time. Of course, there was not all that much for Kylaith to worry about in her little corner of the world, for she was quite fortunate, but it was nice to have her mind "float" like that, to let someone else she could trust take control.

The succubus seemed more fervent than ever, however, and Kylaith twisted lustfully against her hold, moaning into her sex. The slick flow of Daemysh's arousal marked her face and she tried to adjust her attack, even if that was not something Daemysh would allow in the slightest, of course. Daemysh knew what she liked and exactly how to take in, shifting her hips once again to let Kylaith know, with no thrum of error, to lap into her sex again.

She has to be close...

Daemysh, however, shook her head, teeth catching the inside of her lip for a flash of pain, though she didn't bite hard enough for the metallic burst of blood to tingle on the tip of her tongue. She'd rather do that with a partner who moaned so very sweetly for "more," when she was that side rougher.

The tense cord within her wound closer and closer as she rolled her hips, needing it, demanding it. Her upper body curved forward over Kylaith's head and arms, leaning on the succubus' wrists, though Daemysh refused to let up. It was a show of dominance in how easily she held the other succubus down -- and Kylaith was all the more desperate to please her when she did such a thing.

Still, she couldn't get the ridiculous tiny out of her head. Kylaith had been with the human there, in the arena at the tournament: so why was the human still running around? The giantesses in some arena rounds, of course, could eat tinies, and Daemysh was certain Kylaith could have been gifted the tiny if she'd simply made the request. At that stage, the tiny held no real importance to tournament officials or even her portal diving company, and could have been easily disposed of. Even if Kylaith had needed to return her, it would have got rid of her for a time...

The succubus' tongue dragged from her sex over her clit again and Daemysh's hips jerked as another burst of pleasure shocked her. Yet it was not enough, not quite enough, as much as it pained her to admit where her mind was.

"Why?" Daemysh had to ask, unable to resist the bursting question for a single moment longer. "Why... didn't you just eat the human?"

"Mmmph?"

Blinking up at her, still trapped between the blue-haired succubus' powerfully muscular thighs, Kylaith took a moment to come to her senses. Her chest heaved, breasts rolling with every snatch at air, yet every breath the succubus drew in came filled with Daemysh's essence: a sweet mix of arousal and faint, crisp sweat. There was something of the succubus' perfume too, though it was lightly applied: something spicy with a richer, muskier undertone. It was gone the moment Kylaith had registered it, but a shift in position would give her a lick of the scent all over again.

"The human, Kylaith," Daemysh growled, sending another shudder through Kylaith. "Why didn't you eat her? You could have, even if only for a while!"

Kylaith tried to shrug, but that was hard with her arms pinned as they were. She moaned and tried to lap up into Daemysh's sex again, though it required her to stretch her tongue out as far as she possibly could. That in itself was not such a bad thing, whimpering as she eased into a deeper phase of submission, straining for what made her heart pound so devoutly.

"Mmm... I could have..." Kylaith said with a dreamy, airy quality to her tone. "But... she was euphoric inside me. I never thought a tiny could feel that good!"

Daemysh scoffed and sat back down, though her head swirled with too many thoughts for the moment. How could a tiny be any good like that? That was nothing more than a folly!

So, she dismissed it, despite the notion lingering obstinately in the back of her mind, refusing to slip away completely. She groaned, rocking on to Kylaith's mouth again, enjoying the utter sinfulness of the succubus' tongue. She was skilled at what she did, that much was true, though it was not as if the two succubi had not spent time together too. They'd been together before, though Daemysh keenly awaited making Kylaith scream her name over and over again, her teeth tugging at a nipple while her fingers were buried inside the succubus.

Yet the moment was from her, despite the tiny darkening it with another kind of frustrated lust that Daemysh would only later come to appreciate. She hissed through her teeth as lust tangled within her, her body aching for release as Kylaith, eagerly, locked her lips around her clit and played her tongue rapidly across it.

It should have been too much for her, though Daemysh was perfectly primed for the explosive orgasm that crashed over her. Her groans filled the room, the bed squeaking and creaking rhythmically under them as she wonderfully and crudely took her pleasure from the willing giantess under her. The pressure of Kylaith's lips shifted at just the right moment on her clit and Kylaith lapped against her with a long, languid drag of her tongue, slipping between her folds once again to taste her sweetness.

The succubi lustfully ground together, Kylaith desperately wriggling against her restriction, even though she was not to know quite what was going on in Daemysh's head. For, even as she held Kylaith down, Daemysh imagined just how sweet it would be, one day, to have the human sliding down her throat, though she was sure she would not even feel the weight of her in her stomach. Such a small thing would certainly prove to be insignificant for the means of sexual pleasure, but a snack and another diver off the map could only ever be a good thing.

Pushing the pesky thing from her mind, Daemysh licked her lips, thinking only of squirming tinies in her stomach, which let out a needy growl.

One day, human, you shall not be a problem anymore...

But she had a succubus to play with and Daemysh would not permit a tiny to distract her mind for a single moment longer.